<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:22:40.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not This God</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ephenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05748236931338953237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2955026226790531054</id><published>2008-09-07T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:48:00.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convention Recap</title><summary type='text'>With both conventions over, I thought it would be a good moment to reflect on some of the memories of the past two weeks.Obama bursts into a rage when he is told that his 60 foot tall statue will not be ready in time to be part of the backdrop for his acceptance speech.The Palin/Whats-his-name ticket rides a wave of support from newly energized Republicans.Joe Lieberman vows to speak at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2955026226790531054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2955026226790531054' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2955026226790531054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2955026226790531054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/09/convention-recap.html' title='Convention Recap'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6976144847871937825</id><published>2008-09-06T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:58:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses</title><summary type='text'>There is always an excuse.  There is always a reason to say, "I will do this when..."  That is essentially the same as saying, "I will never do it."People can always find time for the things that are important.  Unless you are working 14 hour days, there is time.  The amount of hours we spend watching TV or browsing the internet is shocking.I procrastinate.  We all do.  I'm just tired of people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6976144847871937825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6976144847871937825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6976144847871937825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6976144847871937825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/09/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, Excuses'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5071750822324579274</id><published>2008-09-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:58:11.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad Nauseam</title><summary type='text'>The allure of advertising is astonishing.  People devote their entire lives into tricking us to love their products.  I am helpless against this kind of awesome power.  Why try to fight it.  In the end I will still end up as a mindless, salivating fool dialing frantically before the deal ends.For now, I am safe.  My limited budget prevents me from purchasing anything but the essential items.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5071750822324579274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5071750822324579274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5071750822324579274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5071750822324579274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/09/ad-nauseam.html' title='Ad Nauseam'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-3533002646421392520</id><published>2008-09-04T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:36:52.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroyed by the Bell</title><summary type='text'>Much of life is spent dealing with stress.  When happiness is so closely related to stress, we can't help but strive to reduce it.  It seems, however, that people today are conditioned to move themselves towards these stressful situations.I find the easiest way to manage the problem is to write out everything I need to do.  When it's swirling around my head it tends to engulf me in a vortex of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3533002646421392520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=3533002646421392520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/3533002646421392520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/3533002646421392520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/09/destroyed-by-bell.html' title='Destroyed by the Bell'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5122147158561986459</id><published>2008-09-03T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:58:55.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Get Involved in Politics</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year, and its more heated than ever.  Don't get left behind to wonder where you were during this historic moment.  Here are some tips on getting started in the political world.Pick a Side - You have to decide if you want to be a bleed-you-dry liberal, or a warmongering conservative.  That or a nut job independent, but in that case you might as well not get involved.Get a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5122147158561986459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5122147158561986459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5122147158561986459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5122147158561986459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-get-involved-in-politics.html' title='How to Get Involved in Politics'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1605694459141082549</id><published>2008-09-02T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:48:01.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii No-Go</title><summary type='text'>Humans are conditioned to their environments for good or bad.  If someone hates their job at Astonishing Solutions Inc, they quit and get a job across the street at Incredible Software Corp.  Few decisions in life toss us out of our comfort zone.  Why are risks and changes such a dreaded part of life?I could pack up today, take out my savings, and fly to Hawaii, where I spend the rest of my days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1605694459141082549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1605694459141082549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1605694459141082549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1605694459141082549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/09/hawaii-no-go.html' title='Hawaii No-Go'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2633800199266713094</id><published>2008-09-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:30:00.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better With Age</title><summary type='text'>First job, graduation, kids, laughing at Jay Leno.  There are certain moments that define our aging.  There are a few less talked about moments when I realized I was getting older.When I found myself staring at advanced alien rocket equations on the white board.  It was the moment when all those lectures from the movies were put into perspective.  The weird symbols made sense and half the time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2633800199266713094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2633800199266713094' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2633800199266713094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2633800199266713094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/09/better-with-age.html' title='Better With Age'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2825078743284846898</id><published>2008-08-31T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:52:07.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calorie Crazy</title><summary type='text'>It is so hard to stay healthy in America. The system is unintentionally designed to keep us fat. Many factors contribute to this.The first problem is that health is not easy. Small neighborhood markets no longer exist. You have to push your way through a giant store to get to produce that will go bad in three days. If you just buy frozen food instead, you won't have to repeat the nightmare again </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2825078743284846898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2825078743284846898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2825078743284846898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2825078743284846898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/calorie-crazy.html' title='Calorie Crazy'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6734865199082906443</id><published>2008-08-30T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T06:59:00.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Yahtzee</title><summary type='text'>Politics these days really is amazing.  It is no longer about a decent person coming forward to lead the country.  It is more like a game of chess between two ad agencies where each move is crucial.In the old days it was possible to make mistakes.  A candidate could get up on stage and accidentally threaten the pope, and it may not even be reported on.  Now everything is being taped.  A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6734865199082906443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6734865199082906443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6734865199082906443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6734865199082906443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/political-yahtzee.html' title='Political Yahtzee'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4556431460265929665</id><published>2008-08-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:25:55.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Bone</title><summary type='text'>Humor is an integral part of human life.  We all strive to laugh and enjoy ourselves, but there is a lot involved.The great thing about humor is the risk that is required.  When you make a statement like "South Africa is really going through hard times", there is no risk.  When you add "that's because you can't get much harder than diamonds", you put yourself out there to face ridicule, and even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4556431460265929665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4556431460265929665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4556431460265929665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4556431460265929665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-bone.html' title='Funny Bone'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2800150147505715843</id><published>2008-08-28T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:20:23.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Each Their Own</title><summary type='text'>One of the things that makes the world interesting is how different people are from one another.  For all of our similarities, there is a distinctive uniqueness in each of our personalities.The proof comes in the form of television documentaries.  We all know there are medical experts and political experts, but when it comes to more obscure topics, you can still find that expert you need.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2800150147505715843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2800150147505715843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2800150147505715843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2800150147505715843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-each-their-own.html' title='To Each Their Own'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4457039709885550311</id><published>2008-08-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:08:38.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilldog</title><summary type='text'>Like the rest of the media, I was unsure about how Clinton's speech would go over.  Would she unite the party?  Would see speak positively of Obama?  To my horror the answer to these was "yes".  I had no way of knowing a politician like Hillary would do this.  Honestly, I made a huge mistake.  I wrote my blog last night before the speech started, and have learned to never make assumptions again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4457039709885550311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4457039709885550311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4457039709885550311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4457039709885550311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/hilldog.html' title='Hilldog'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4134810412857242463</id><published>2008-08-26T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:26:38.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List O' Shame</title><summary type='text'>Awkwardness is a part of life, and I have had my share of uncomfortable situations.  I would like to painfully reflect on some of the levels of awkwardness.-A failed high five.  The weird miss/half slap that makes both parties feel lame.-An elevator ride with someone from work you barely know.  Trapped in a box of tension.-The "not sure what your level of comfort is" embrace.  Not as bad when you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4134810412857242463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4134810412857242463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4134810412857242463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4134810412857242463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/list-o-shame.html' title='List O&apos; Shame'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2611641155693146657</id><published>2008-08-25T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:15:58.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School of Rock</title><summary type='text'>Our schools are failing and it will have dire consequences for our future.  A country with a good education system can overcome economic hardships because the workforce has useful skills that will be needed again in time.  A country with poor education could end up getting lost in the world.  What is the problem?Unlike almost every other job in America, teachers pay is based on the amount of time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2611641155693146657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2611641155693146657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2611641155693146657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2611641155693146657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-of-rock.html' title='School of Rock'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8842304934046854467</id><published>2008-08-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:30:00.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Tenuous Blogger</title><summary type='text'>Writing a blog is an interesting experience.  I didn't put much thought into it before I started.  I figured I enjoyed writing and it would come more naturally as I progressed.I never realized how short my list of interesting thoughts was.I do not want to talk about my life.  It's hard enough to listen to people I know complain about their problems.  When I stumble across someone online I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8842304934046854467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8842304934046854467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8842304934046854467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8842304934046854467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-of-tenuous-blogger.html' title='Confessions of a Tenuous Blogger'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-9110352543249266215</id><published>2008-08-23T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T05:56:00.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ensemble of Issues</title><summary type='text'>I think of a lot of things that are amusing as a short mention, but have little appeal in long narratives.  Combined, however, they are a strong team.-I don't know if the mythical "correctly aligned shopping cart" exists, but I have never run across it.  As I walk through the grocery store, I spend more energy keeping my cart from veering left into the canned foods than I do picking out what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/9110352543249266215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=9110352543249266215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/9110352543249266215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/9110352543249266215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/ensemble-of-issues.html' title='An Ensemble of Issues'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6654568629915514526</id><published>2008-08-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:57:41.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Slug</title><summary type='text'>We live in a society that promotes the idea that no one can be bound to a certain life by their birth.  Everyone has the opportunity to rise up and be great.  It would be wonderful if hard work was the determining factor in success, but genetics always weasel their way into the picture.The kid in the back of the class chewing on his notebook will probably never be an astronaut, despite his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6654568629915514526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6654568629915514526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6654568629915514526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6654568629915514526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/american-slug.html' title='The American Slug'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8441094633131443003</id><published>2008-08-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:23:53.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Survive the Tough Economy</title><summary type='text'>It was recently reported by one of the top economists in the country that the worst is yet to come in the mortgage crisis, and that a major US bank will fail in the coming months.  I want to offer some advice to anyone out there worried about your money.A small initial investment of an electric fence will yield big results when debt collectors come around.Cancel your expensive HD sports package..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8441094633131443003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8441094633131443003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8441094633131443003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8441094633131443003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-survive-tough-economy.html' title='How to Survive the Tough Economy'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1731507898045541129</id><published>2008-08-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:23:39.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits of Highly Abnormal People</title><summary type='text'>How similar are my bathroom habits to the rest of the human race?  It's a solo experience.  I've never read a book on it.  How would I know if the proper etiquette was to fold toilet paper into a little swan before usage?I was blissfully unaware that I was holding my kitchen utensils wrong until an embarrassingly older age.  I had been using the shovel grip, as I found it to be the most efficient</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1731507898045541129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1731507898045541129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1731507898045541129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1731507898045541129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/habits-of-highly-abnormal-people.html' title='Habits of Highly Abnormal People'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8141948416049216238</id><published>2008-08-19T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:21:21.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurdism</title><summary type='text'>Deciding something is "pointless" is all a matter of perception.  I saw two things yesterday that were absurd to me at the time.  One was a town that created the largest Dairy Queen Blizzard of all time.  The other was a man who has devoted his life to creating art out of old gum.Why do I think these people are so ridiculous?  I'm laying on my bed watching TV in my underwear and these people are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8141948416049216238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8141948416049216238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8141948416049216238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8141948416049216238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/absurdism.html' title='Absurdism'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4143894976988083779</id><published>2008-08-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:53:31.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical Thinking</title><summary type='text'>There are times when it's really quiet and I can really start to think that I feel like a stunning idea is about to cross my mind.  Like I'm just one neuron away from revolutionizing mankind.It's a long shot.  What could I possibly think of that billions of people over thousands of years missed.  Socrates and Nietzsche could sit and think for hours.  I have a the attention span of a infant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4143894976988083779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4143894976988083779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4143894976988083779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4143894976988083779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/critical-thinking.html' title='Critical Thinking'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2535825405517188714</id><published>2008-08-17T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T06:09:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road To Ruin</title><summary type='text'>Pursuit of happiness is an ugly phrase. Jefferson made a mistake when he included it in the founding of our country. There is no pursuit of happiness. There is no magic road to travel down towards bliss.Over the years, people have tried to quantify happiness so that others could pursue this goal given to them by their glorious nation. With advertising it turned into: happiness is a car, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2535825405517188714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2535825405517188714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2535825405517188714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2535825405517188714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/road-to-ruin.html' title='The Road To Ruin'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5208896824241005893</id><published>2008-08-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:06:01.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia On My Mind</title><summary type='text'>It took me a while to get my head around the Georgia/Russian conflict, but I finally did enough research to understand (I ran across the Wikipedia article).  I will try to explain it in simple terms.Georgia is me, Russia is a guy named Bob, and South Ossentia is a bologna sandwich.  I own a bologna sandwich, but Bob tells me I am not allowed to touch it.  One day, I am really hungry and I take a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5208896824241005893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5208896824241005893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5208896824241005893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5208896824241005893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/georgia-on-my-mind.html' title='Georgia On My Mind'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-7571993136882843361</id><published>2008-08-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:22:26.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Developed</title><summary type='text'>A "Developing Country" is a nation that actually has to use its workforce to make useful items.  A "Developed Country" is a nation that uses its workforce to discuss and pass around the items that other countries have made.Money is now just digits in a database.  We have invented a genius system where someone gives us a bunch of things we need, and in return we give them a couple numbers on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7571993136882843361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=7571993136882843361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7571993136882843361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7571993136882843361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/fully-developed.html' title='Fully Developed'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2163593909675539900</id><published>2008-08-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:38:53.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Forgotten Virtues</title><summary type='text'>Our civilization has almost completely disregarded all virtues that were once held holy.  How far have we really wavered from our moral paths?Chastity: A practice long commended by celebrities right up until they turn 18 and enter a new sexy phase.  When popular movies are treating chastity like a curse we know that sins and virtues have been flipped and we are living in an upside down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2163593909675539900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2163593909675539900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2163593909675539900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2163593909675539900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/seven-forgotten-virtues.html' title='The Seven Forgotten Virtues'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6909214831804316187</id><published>2008-08-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:29:01.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Nuts and Bolts</title><summary type='text'>The internet empowers the stupidest amongst us to raise up and be heard.  The idiot revolution is starting to gain momentum, and we need to put down before it's too late.Idiots are no longer confined to their homes, complaining to anyone within earshot about how the government has just approved a plan to put tracking devices in every person's head.  They have a platform to spread their ideas to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6909214831804316187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6909214831804316187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6909214831804316187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6909214831804316187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/conspiracy-nuts-and-bolts.html' title='Conspiracy Nuts and Bolts'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6410254044719417190</id><published>2008-08-12T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:25:40.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Legends</title><summary type='text'>Blockbuster movies can make millions, and bands can sell out stadiums, but they are no more legendary than the serial novelists who outsold Ernest Hemingway. Few masterpieces break through the centuries like Beethoven and da Vinci, but those that do are a window into a certain time period.  I don't want my time to be marked only by politics and war. I want future generations to see the creative </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6410254044719417190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6410254044719417190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6410254044719417190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6410254044719417190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-legends.html' title='Our Legends'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4943798668517755693</id><published>2008-08-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:17:46.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of Fame: $0</title><summary type='text'>Today's celebrity: All the isolation and lack of privacy as stars of the past with none of that pesky admiration or respect.At an age where hundreds of channels, movies, and websites are touting new celebrities daily, fame is not hard to come by, but the benefits of that fame are rapidly diminishing.The reason celebrities are not as rich and beautiful as before is because beauty and achievement </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4943798668517755693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4943798668517755693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4943798668517755693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4943798668517755693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/cost-of-fame-0.html' title='The Cost of Fame: $0'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4245782143469098203</id><published>2008-08-10T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:29:00.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China Rising</title><summary type='text'>When Bush said it would be easier if the US was a dictatorship he had a good point.  China had a much easier time putting together the Olympics than most other countries.  China may not be a dictatorship, but lets just say it can be dictatorshipish.When citizens can't petition the government because you encased the entire poor part of town in concrete, there are few obstacles in planning.  China </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4245782143469098203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4245782143469098203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4245782143469098203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4245782143469098203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/china-rising.html' title='China Rising'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2167033083529471221</id><published>2008-08-09T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:21:00.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Look Environmentally Friendly</title><summary type='text'>It is becoming cool to be environmentally concious. It is a great thing, because real change has to occur with a society, not just with the government or media. Not everyone has gotten rid of their gasoline powered refrigerators yet, and I don't want anyone to feel left out, so here are some ways to appear in the know:Make things you already do in your daily life about the environment - "I really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2167033083529471221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2167033083529471221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2167033083529471221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2167033083529471221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-look-environmentally-friendly_09.html' title='How to Look Environmentally Friendly'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8537274077518355640</id><published>2008-08-08T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:56:04.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Times Are Killing Me</title><summary type='text'>We are caught in an unavoidable trap of romanticized recollection of the past and optimistic hopes for the future.  An onslaught of songs have told us to enjoy the day.  We were not made to live in the present.  We live in the past and future.It's almost impossible to compete with other times.  Real life can never live up to our selective memories.  When I think back to high school I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8537274077518355640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8537274077518355640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8537274077518355640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8537274077518355640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-times-are-killing-me.html' title='The Good Times Are Killing Me'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-7987038524289712348</id><published>2008-08-07T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:05:52.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Rich or Die Trying</title><summary type='text'>The internet is an extremely interesting prospect for all the dreamers in the world who want to get rich quick.  For the first time it is possible to start a successful company without any risk.In the past, dreams of success required at least a little initiative.  If you wanted to make millions selling delicious ice cream, you would need to go buy some milk, sugar, and rock salt, open up a stand,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7987038524289712348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=7987038524289712348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7987038524289712348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7987038524289712348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-rich-or-die-trying.html' title='Get Rich or Die Trying'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-7265243011995467052</id><published>2008-08-06T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:22:28.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On</title><summary type='text'>I thought I would summarize some of the events of the past week for those of you who have been on vacation or just hate to be informed about the world.McCain comes up with ad idea mocking Obama's celebrity status using Dorothy Gish and Fay Wray.  Realizing neither actress is still alive, McCain's aids secretly edit Paris Hilton into the commercial.Obama throws out the race card, unaware that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7265243011995467052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=7265243011995467052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7265243011995467052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7265243011995467052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Going On'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1258132042435999003</id><published>2008-08-05T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:47:12.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say You Want a Revolution</title><summary type='text'>It is in the human spirit to revolt.  The youth have always looked for any way to take down the establishment.  There is simply angst in human nature, and throwing rocks and flipping over cars is a way to release that anger.The pre-Vietnam War-protesting hippies really showed that humans are hard to satisfy."Hey, join the family business, you will be able to buy a house, raise a family, and do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1258132042435999003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1258132042435999003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1258132042435999003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1258132042435999003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-say-you-want-revolution.html' title='You Say You Want a Revolution'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-721636346029869783</id><published>2008-08-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:04:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glass Case of Emotion</title><summary type='text'>There are things we do that defy logic.  Sometimes we move forward solely based on our emotions.  Yesterday, as I was trapped in a epic struggle with a puzzle, stubbornness and frustration flowed through the air, suffocating anyone foolish enough to walk by.When I was handed a cube with interlocking pieces and told to take it apart, no one was aware that my life was about to take a dramatic turn.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/721636346029869783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=721636346029869783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/721636346029869783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/721636346029869783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/glass-case-of-emotion.html' title='A Glass Case of Emotion'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4931210275430606995</id><published>2008-08-03T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:31:00.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Television Blues</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations everyone, we have finally done it.  There is no longer anything on the airwaves that requires any thought.  It was a long process, but we got rid of those stupid documentaries and annoying news reports.When History Channel finally removed their last historical program and added on "Shockwave" I let out a cry of joy.  At last, my dream of watching things explode on 6 channels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4931210275430606995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4931210275430606995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4931210275430606995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4931210275430606995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/television-blues.html' title='Television Blues'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1981041741479562714</id><published>2008-08-02T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T06:26:00.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Ramenia</title><summary type='text'>The bar has been raised higher for each consecutive generation.  Thousands of years ago, if you made it through the day without being eaten by a tiger you could call it a success.  If you came home with some meat or fruit there was a celebration in store.We have exploded past our survival days.  Excluding cars, mortgage payments, and laser tag sessions, if you make $10 an hour you can keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1981041741479562714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1981041741479562714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1981041741479562714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1981041741479562714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/king-of-ramenia.html' title='King of Ramenia'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6150250086197340015</id><published>2008-08-01T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:29:42.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Down the Tube</title><summary type='text'>America is a democracy where we elect people like us to represent us.  It is why voters choose someone they would enjoy having a beer with over a candidate who is out of touch.  Explain then how 75% of Americans use the internet, yet an embarrassingly large number of leaders don't know the difference between an ethernet port and a DVD player.I don't expect a senator to walk around holding an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6150250086197340015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6150250086197340015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6150250086197340015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6150250086197340015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-one-down-tube.html' title='Another One Down the Tube'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5872074933080506050</id><published>2008-07-31T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:22:46.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's Summer Vacation</title><summary type='text'>We have all seen the clips over and over again of Obama's recent trip to the Middle East and Europe.  The media picks 5 videos and replays them again and again.  As a change, I have briefly highlighted some of the lesser known, but equally important moments of the Obama vacation:Feeling left out, Fox News correspondents sneak aboard Obama's plane in the baggage compartment.Jesse Jackson, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5872074933080506050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5872074933080506050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5872074933080506050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5872074933080506050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/obamas-summer-vacation.html' title='Obama&apos;s Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5831099803263045336</id><published>2008-07-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:48:20.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination is a Counting Clock</title><summary type='text'>Procrastination is an unavoidable human trait.  We like to think of procrastination primarily as applying to school, but its effects span much further.PC entrepreneurs like Steve Jobs and Bill Gates could see the computer revolution coming with or without them, and knew their time was short.  The ambitious young stock broker can feel his youth slipping away, so he yells "SELL, SELL" a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5831099803263045336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5831099803263045336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5831099803263045336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5831099803263045336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/determination-is-counting-clock.html' title='Determination is a Counting Clock'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-881227607052970509</id><published>2008-07-29T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:45:40.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Mayans...</title><summary type='text'>The earth feels like a powder keg right now, and dozens of different individuals are holding matches.  It's not just people either.  I can just sense a rogue asteroid on it's way to destroy us.  Too bad Bruce Willis isn't around to stop it again.  Then there's the black holes, the super volcanoes, and the tiny evil viruses set free by mad scientists.Maybe I'm paranoid, or maybe I'm just super </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/881227607052970509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=881227607052970509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/881227607052970509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/881227607052970509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-mayans.html' title='Stupid Mayans...'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8804785321349750613</id><published>2008-07-28T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:07:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact: Koolaid Causes Anxiety</title><summary type='text'>Few things bother me as much as the media. I rarely make it through the day without slamming my head on the desk. Sometimes I feel like I'm the crazy one. Like I'm at a rally yelling, "can none of you see through his lies!", while the crowd stares at me in an uncomfortable silence. One of the tricks reporters use is to skew the facts and statistics to unfairly support their story. Sure, most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8804785321349750613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8804785321349750613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8804785321349750613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8804785321349750613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/fact-koolaid-causes-anxiety.html' title='Fact: Koolaid Causes Anxiety'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-7378660744113030005</id><published>2008-07-27T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:23:00.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Non Jackass Syndrome</title><summary type='text'>I'm not a daredevil.  A side of danger is nowhere in my personality.  It's not that I'm scared of danger, it's that I'm an unfamiliar face to danger. As you learn in business, the new employees are always the first to go.It is never the 20 year veteran sky diver who falls to his death.  It's always the fearful first timer who was convinced to participate by his friends.  I don't know whether its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7378660744113030005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=7378660744113030005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7378660744113030005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7378660744113030005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/non-jackass-syndrome.html' title='The Non Jackass Syndrome'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6900957055220209233</id><published>2008-07-26T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T06:21:00.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flashbrella</title><summary type='text'>The intelligence of our society is consistently challenged by the continued existence of  infomercials.  The fact that the inventors of infomercial products become millionaires is simply mind boggling.I have never bought anything off the television, but from time to time the commercials catch me in their tractor beam.  I have to grip onto the sofa before I'm sucked towards the phone.  Someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6900957055220209233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6900957055220209233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6900957055220209233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6900957055220209233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/flashbrella.html' title='The Flashbrella'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-885689424025325692</id><published>2008-07-25T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:18:00.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycotting Logic</title><summary type='text'> If a chef notices a cockroach on the floor of his restaurant, the last thing he should do is run around yelling to his customers to ignore the roach.Its amazing to me the degree to which some people do not understand how the world works.  The media absolutely loves protesting.  Holding a protest against a product is much better than organizing a rally for it.  We have seen this time and time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/885689424025325692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=885689424025325692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/885689424025325692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/885689424025325692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/boycotting-logic.html' title='Boycotting Logic'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4539392933725448395</id><published>2008-07-24T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:20:01.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Magic</title><summary type='text'>Children's shows have always been filled with life lessons, positive stories, and underlying messages.  There are explosions and insults, but the overall theme is good for kids.  The message still exists today, with many of the same stories I grew up with remade, the same way they had been remade for me.I have observed, however, things I see as problems in our society leaking into the programming</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4539392933725448395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4539392933725448395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4539392933725448395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4539392933725448395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-magic.html' title='San Diego Magic'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8876576344110678726</id><published>2008-07-23T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:56:24.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Flames</title><summary type='text'>Every four years I go out and buy a mini American flag, cook up some popcorn, and plant myself in front of the television.  Sports on 8 different channels played by people from all around the world, its truly a modern day miracle.The buildup to the Olympics has started.  An inspirational credit card commercial here, a heart-wrenching sports drink commercial there.  By the time the first fireworks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8876576344110678726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8876576344110678726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8876576344110678726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8876576344110678726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/olympic-flames.html' title='Olympic Flames'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8769607041233513500</id><published>2008-07-22T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T06:13:01.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White Fight</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I see old propaganda films, I can't help but think how ridiculous some ideas were and how oblivious the population could be.  Then I remember how propaganda is as strong as ever and I begin to band my head against the wall.I'm not striving to view the world through some Nihilistic lens, where there is no good or evil.  There are bad people out there.  I just think we get brainwashed a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8769607041233513500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8769607041233513500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8769607041233513500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8769607041233513500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-and-white-fight.html' title='Black and White Fight'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6785006554110232103</id><published>2008-07-21T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:08:53.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the Maroon Kryptonite</title><summary type='text'>Competition is the driving force of our lives, especially in our capitalist society. Everyone loves money; at least to a small degree, but what happens when money is not a big enough incentive? You end up eating a box of Cheez-Its on the couch and watching Judge Judy. I believe that revenge is a much stronger motivation than acceptance.The greatness of a super hero is directly proportional to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6785006554110232103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6785006554110232103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6785006554110232103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6785006554110232103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/beware-maroon-kryptonite.html' title='Beware the Maroon Kryptonite'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4835189043930158501</id><published>2008-07-20T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:48:17.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Tripper</title><summary type='text'>Are peace and love for me? Would I have enjoyed being part of the hippy movement? I love the idea of the 60's. A cultural awakening, mass protests, and extraordinary music all peak my interest. It seems like it would have been fun to live in that time, but if I examine it closely, its not for me.The pinnacle of that era would have to be Woodstock. I think every music lover would give anything to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4835189043930158501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4835189043930158501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4835189043930158501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4835189043930158501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-tripper.html' title='Day Tripper'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1385671518073152751</id><published>2008-07-19T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:29:01.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impedeial Intelligence</title><summary type='text'>The theory of multiple intelligences has been around for a few decades now.  It started with body, verbal, logical, natural, spatial, inter and intrapersonal, and musical.  Many psychologists have included other intelligences.  I am here to propose an additional one.Impedeial Intelligence - The understanding of where you are in accordance to others, and the recognition of the difficulty for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1385671518073152751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1385671518073152751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1385671518073152751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1385671518073152751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/impedeial-intelligence.html' title='Impedeial Intelligence'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-7260161185427979154</id><published>2008-07-18T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:23:29.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoid the Small Stuff</title><summary type='text'>One thing I've learned from my life is that people who work especially hard to shield themselves from a certain problem usually have to confront it in the future to a greater degree.I understand that sanitation is very important in our society and is directly related to a longer lifespan.  Hospital workers should wash their hands and chefs should fully cook their meat.  My only concern is what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7260161185427979154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=7260161185427979154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7260161185427979154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7260161185427979154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/avoid-small-stuff.html' title='Avoid the Small Stuff'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4368443710099109517</id><published>2008-07-17T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:22:47.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts of the Past</title><summary type='text'>The belief that a change in views signals that the leader is either weak or has bad judgment is a huge mistake in our electoral process.  Nowhere else is this true but in politics.In a static world, sure, leaders could stick to one case without any problem.  In the real world, however, a politician may support children eating asparagus one week, and then find out asparagus causes brain tumors the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4368443710099109517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4368443710099109517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4368443710099109517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4368443710099109517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/ghosts-of-past.html' title='Ghosts of the Past'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2178080231298045542</id><published>2008-07-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:06:01.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be Hated</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you may get tired of the "nice guy" routine.  You may really want to have at least one person who just despises you.  Here is a beginners guide to making enemies.Be Obnoxious - Note actions that really get on people's nerves and continuously repeat them.  Maybe you want to bring up things that happened only minutes earlier.  Perhaps you know all the lines from a great movie?  Use that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2178080231298045542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2178080231298045542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2178080231298045542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2178080231298045542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-be-hated.html' title='How to be Hated'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8204548836427576541</id><published>2008-07-15T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:33:17.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Ceasar Salad</title><summary type='text'>Shopping for me is like a military operation.  Get in, grab the peanut butter, and get out before anyone knows what hit them.  I always write out everything I need, number it by location, and rewrite it for maximum speed shopping.  If I have time, I write out a map and use GPS to insure I'm meeting my objectives.It's stereotypical to say, "Guys hate shopping".  I don't hate shopping.  I usually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8204548836427576541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8204548836427576541' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8204548836427576541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8204548836427576541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/operation-ceasar-salad.html' title='Operation Ceasar Salad'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4567908836925699614</id><published>2008-07-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:06:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar Liar Turban on Fire</title><summary type='text'>We hear the same thing everyday on the news.  Idealistic promises from the candidates and changes in rhetoric based on location and current events.  There are many things to look out for when a candidate is not telling the truth.Ending Taxes - Pretending the government doesn't need money.  Would be an effective promise if not for the wars, social programs, infrastructure improvements, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4567908836925699614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4567908836925699614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4567908836925699614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4567908836925699614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/liar-liar-turban-on-fire.html' title='Liar Liar Turban on Fire'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5739367739865008867</id><published>2008-07-13T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:23:00.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Laziness is almost like an illness.  It prevents you from enjoying your day, can spread to others, and is a weak excuse for not helping a friend move.If you don't get out of bed within the first hour of waking up, consider your day over.  A relaxing weekend can easily turn into a food and boredom marathon.  You'll roll over at 1 AM with a giant belly and Cheetos stains, and wonder where the day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5739367739865008867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5739367739865008867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5739367739865008867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5739367739865008867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6167599299518377423</id><published>2008-07-12T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:09:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ancient Art of Geopolitics</title><summary type='text'>If China is planning world domination, they are on the right track.  In this new age of globalization, nations have begun to entirely rely on imports for some crucial products.  China is on the leading edge of exporting, and as their cheap products come in, our homemade expensive products wave goodbye.If China gets enough influence eventually, other countries will be powerless.  "Really, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6167599299518377423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6167599299518377423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6167599299518377423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6167599299518377423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/ancient-art-of-geopolitics.html' title='The Ancient Art of Geopolitics'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-667867640699088016</id><published>2008-07-11T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:16:42.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Department of Defense</title><summary type='text'>I've wanted so much to hate Wal-Mart.  It must be the small rebel side in me that desires to be anti-establishment.  In the end though, I walk into another grocery store, see Easy Mac for $1.50, and scream, "you can go to hell with those prices!".  It's 33¢ for generic Easy Mac at Wal-Mart.  You have to cut down trees to make cardboard, print labels onto the box, create noodles, create </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/667867640699088016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=667867640699088016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/667867640699088016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/667867640699088016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/department-of-defense.html' title='Department of Defense'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1173897443507475507</id><published>2008-07-10T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:12:31.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda</title><summary type='text'>I forgot my cellphone at home today, and prayed that my car would make it to work and back.  Years ago, I would have been fine.  I knew phone numbers by heart, and I could either walk to a pay phone or someone would stop and help.  These days, I would watch helplessly as cars zoomed by, probably splashing mud in my face for dramatic effect.The sense of community has almost completely broken down.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1173897443507475507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1173897443507475507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1173897443507475507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1173897443507475507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/kung-fu-panda.html' title='Kung Fu Panda'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4079629185525979213</id><published>2008-07-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:47:09.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper Quest</title><summary type='text'>My eyes stayed transfixed on the television as the camera slowly looked around.  The thermal infrared camera picked up varying patches of heat around the room!  A sure sign of ghosts!  Then the hunters played back audio from a cassette they had left on the bed.  Someone definitely said "Get out now".  That or "My name is Emily", or maybe it was a cough.  All in all, the proof of paranormal was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4079629185525979213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4079629185525979213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4079629185525979213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4079629185525979213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/casper-quest.html' title='Casper Quest'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1470178763856772741</id><published>2008-07-08T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:13:00.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Fatigue</title><summary type='text'>I don't know whether it's because it is a dull point in the election season, or because I have just burnt myself out, but I'm not very interested in politics at the moment.In the heat of the primary campaigns I was glued to 24 hour news networks.  I constantly checked various internet news sites for any updates.  "Oh my goodness, Obama just ate an english muffin, I better check and see what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1470178763856772741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1470178763856772741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1470178763856772741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1470178763856772741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/election-fatigue.html' title='Election Fatigue'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4767441551984338215</id><published>2008-07-07T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:20:00.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond-Encrusted Coffee Straw</title><summary type='text'>Does money corrupt, or do corrupt people have the easiest time making money? I've never understood the amount of excess in the country. It may be naive of me to say, but I will never need a gold toilet.There is a cap on the amount of money I want to have. This amount is enough for me to live a middle-class life off of the interest, spending the free time from work to do whatever I want. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4767441551984338215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4767441551984338215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4767441551984338215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4767441551984338215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/diamond-encrusted-coffee-straw.html' title='Diamond-Encrusted Coffee Straw'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4136509918969139503</id><published>2008-07-06T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:13:00.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gladiator For Sale: Great Condition</title><summary type='text'>The lifecycle of any fad is:Underground -&gt; Trendy -&gt; Excessive Media Coverage On the Trendiness -&gt; Assault by Greedy Entrepreneurs -&gt; Withering AwayBack in the 60's, the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco was the Mecca of grooviness. Hippies developed a new culture there that was unlike anything before. The media discovered this strange place, and in the great tradition of parading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4136509918969139503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4136509918969139503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4136509918969139503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4136509918969139503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/gladiator-for-sale-great-condition.html' title='Gladiator For Sale: Great Condition'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5502103380762117384</id><published>2008-07-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T06:30:01.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion of the Chrysler</title><summary type='text'>There are certain things that people are extremely passionate about that I have never gotten into myself.  Whenever someone approaches me about them, I always have to pretend like I am really interested, while hiding that I know nothing about the topic.One of these passions is cars.  I have never caught the automobile bug.  I don't want my car to look like a coal plant from the 1920's, rusted out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5502103380762117384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5502103380762117384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5502103380762117384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5502103380762117384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/passion-of-chrysler.html' title='The Passion of the Chrysler'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1472191938997162605</id><published>2008-07-04T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:15:01.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Dominion Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is Independence Day for all us Americans.  A day when we celebrate how we outlasted a group of soldiers in bright red coats who traveled thousands of miles in a rickety boat to stand in a straight line during battles.I will be using my 4th of July to reflect on all the wonderful hot dogs and hamburgers this country has given me.  Also, potato salad as long as there is no celery.We may not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1472191938997162605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1472191938997162605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1472191938997162605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1472191938997162605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/americas-dominion-day.html' title='America&apos;s Dominion Day'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5044316615120196063</id><published>2008-07-03T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:05:05.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Implosion</title><summary type='text'>The internet can be extremely frustrating.  I am at a point where I expect all information in the universe to be at my fingertips, and when something is unavailable I feel scared and vulnerable.I don't personally ever do things for the greater online good like update Wikipedia, but I commend those who do.  It's great to think, "what's that one guy from the band...the guy who sang that one song </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5044316615120196063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5044316615120196063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5044316615120196063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5044316615120196063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/information-implosion.html' title='Information Implosion'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-3275611608441465335</id><published>2008-07-02T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:23:00.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate Crashers</title><summary type='text'>One of the worst things someone could ever do to you is take your side in an argument when they are completely uniformed.  I would rather the person insult me and kick my chair over.  At least that way I'm not prescribed Prozac when I tackle them to the ground."The new highway plan is a horrible idea.""Yeah, it's all just so the government can make more money.  The more homes the governor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3275611608441465335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=3275611608441465335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/3275611608441465335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/3275611608441465335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/debate-crashers.html' title='Debate Crashers'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-7442704591499425945</id><published>2008-07-01T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:47:14.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation is a Warm Cup</title><summary type='text'>I am not lazy, but my motivation does come at inopportune times. I feel like running a triathlon when I have a broken leg, or I want to write music when a marathon of The Office is on television.I'd assume that most of my motivation is natural and would be a consistent trait if television didn't pound it into submission every night. A chart of television affordability vs. American innovation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7442704591499425945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=7442704591499425945' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7442704591499425945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7442704591499425945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/07/motivation-is-warm-cup.html' title='Motivation is a Warm Cup'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-3250720302211604043</id><published>2008-06-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:00:01.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert: New Danger TBA</title><summary type='text'>Driving today, I played a game of mental connect-the-dots. Somehow I ended up thinking about the issue of the elderly and driver's licenses. It's an old issue that was extensively covered 2 year ago. It was a hot topic being talked about in 24-hour cable debates, TV headlines, and internet articles. Then, it all died away. Was it that the elderly stopped getting into accidents? I find it hard to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3250720302211604043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=3250720302211604043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/3250720302211604043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/3250720302211604043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/alert-new-danger-tba.html' title='Alert: New Danger TBA'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-8320148404516908628</id><published>2008-06-29T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:37:00.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lasso Made of Words</title><summary type='text'>Ensnaring people in a conversation is an art form. I have neither the knowhow or the energy to capture an individual with my words. Some people can keep you trapped for an hour. I commend them for their talent, but also fear for my life when they pass by.I have already been trapped in two long conversations this morning. I don't know what it is about today, but I must look eager to have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8320148404516908628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=8320148404516908628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8320148404516908628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/8320148404516908628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/lasso-made-of-words.html' title='A Lasso Made of Words'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-7123851299803903365</id><published>2008-06-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:15:00.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J6ShawnH61</title><summary type='text'>Keeping track of my passwords is getting more and more difficult. I have about 10 separate passwords. I have one for my home computer, work computer, email, punch-card page, and two for online banking. Those are just the ones I go on daily. I have many additional assorted ones. The worst part is most of those have to be changed consistently, so that no one can secretly read my emails while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7123851299803903365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=7123851299803903365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7123851299803903365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7123851299803903365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/j6shawnh61.html' title='J6ShawnH61'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2169305207675310899</id><published>2008-06-27T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:20:01.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman Friday</title><summary type='text'>I wonder how the process of easing a new individual into the presidency works. The election portion is well covered through television, radio, newspapers, flyers, water-cooler discussions, cereal boxes, action figures, etc., but there is not as much discussion of the first few days in office. When does he get to learn all the dirty little secrets.One method of getting the new president up to date</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2169305207675310899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2169305207675310899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2169305207675310899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2169305207675310899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/freshman-friday.html' title='Freshman Friday'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-142354521228776156</id><published>2008-06-26T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:25:30.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Show, New Washed Up Celebrities</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing to me that shows like American Idol don't update. It would be easy to change the format in exciting ways while the show is still successful. Instead, they ride the show until it nosedives into a flaming pile of overused reality TV gags. By the time the producers realize they should have a Celebrity American Idol, an amazing new sitcom about people in their late 20's trying to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/142354521228776156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=142354521228776156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/142354521228776156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/142354521228776156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/same-show-new-washed-up-celebrities.html' title='Same Show, New Washed Up Celebrities'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5848816111146631618</id><published>2008-06-25T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:06:15.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change We Are Afraid to Believe In</title><summary type='text'>In history books, certain technological breakthroughs are described as explosions that dramatically change a society.  Reading about the industrial revolution gives the impression that one day everyone was plowing their fields with an ox and two sticks, and they woke up the next morning on the 12th story of a New York high rise with a hangover from a night of swing dancing.The world around the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5848816111146631618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5848816111146631618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5848816111146631618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5848816111146631618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-we-are-afraid-to-believe-in.html' title='Change We Are Afraid to Believe In'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1193921550441059100</id><published>2008-06-24T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T06:36:23.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Christmas Card City</title><summary type='text'>China scares me. There's something frightening about a country that has grown out of nothing to become a world superpower, or a country that can have a city devoted entirely to making deodorant. There's something even more frightening about a country that can bring its Olympic torch to the top of Mount Everest. The closest America had to that accomplishment was recovering the torch at a pawnshop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1193921550441059100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1193921550441059100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1193921550441059100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1193921550441059100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-christmas-card-city.html' title='New Christmas Card City'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1569047205199545898</id><published>2008-06-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:27:46.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Strokes</title><summary type='text'>Humans have a wide range of determination levels.  The lowest is the 45-year-old man eating Bagel Bites on his mom's couch while watching the Powerpuff Girls.  The highest is the man who can throw a dime into a shot glass from 50 yards away.I don't know what possesses people to pursue obscure talents.  Is it some existential appifany where the person quits trying to strike it rich and famous and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1569047205199545898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1569047205199545898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1569047205199545898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1569047205199545898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/different-strokes.html' title='Different Strokes'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2239860101538317825</id><published>2008-06-22T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:05:00.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy Rumor and Political Humor</title><summary type='text'>I like to think that Washington DC is extemely important because it's the place where policies are decided that will have an impact on the entire world.  Reporters there are so much more informed and professional then the reporters in Hollywood that spew out stories of celebrity pregnancies and breakups while chasing after stars and leaving behind trails of drool.This little schema of the news </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2239860101538317825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2239860101538317825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2239860101538317825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2239860101538317825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/juicy-rumor-and-political-humor.html' title='Juicy Rumor and Political Humor'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1541293745983278920</id><published>2008-06-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T06:36:00.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Rock</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I mentioned the changing tastes in our society, but I never got into music.  Music is stuck between the timelessness of books and the live-hard-and-burnout-fastness of TV.There is something strange with radio stations.  It is like the airwaves are in the middle of a gangster turf war.  No music channel is allowed to cross over into their rival's territory.There is the modern rock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1541293745983278920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1541293745983278920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1541293745983278920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1541293745983278920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanna-rock.html' title='I Wanna Rock'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-7388068787155672898</id><published>2008-06-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:05:00.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete Fadness</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how fast our tastes change as a society.  One minute you're jean shorts and a Pearl Jam shirt, and suddenly you turn around and only Arnie, the kid with a bowl cut listening to Smash Mouth on his Discman, has on similar clothes.Movies that I remember being very well done now look like a big joke to me.  I used to think sci-fi films in the 90's were intense and entertaining.  When I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7388068787155672898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=7388068787155672898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7388068787155672898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/7388068787155672898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/complete-fadness.html' title='Complete Fadness'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2491391595081339611</id><published>2008-06-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:31:00.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of the Holy</title><summary type='text'>One day I am walking through the forest when I trip on a fake plastic rock.  Inside is a Better Homes and Gardens genie.  He offers me the chance to build my dream home.  Here is what I choose:Waterfall Doors - The water recedes with the turn of a key.  Cool-looking and safe.  I want to see a robber steal my TV when he has to walk through 50 tons of falling water.Lazy River Channels - My house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2491391595081339611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2491391595081339611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2491391595081339611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2491391595081339611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-of-holy.html' title='House of the Holy'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5102898944281328794</id><published>2008-06-18T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:18:14.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed, Bath, and Bitterness</title><summary type='text'>I bolted through Best Buy frantically searching for the perfect present.  There were 250 kinds of iPods, each with a slightly different feature.  They ranged from one so small you couldn't take your eyes off it in fear it might disappear into the abyss to another one 4 feet wide with enough space to fit 80 terabytes of music.  All the toys in the section were above $200; Well outside my price </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5102898944281328794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5102898944281328794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5102898944281328794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5102898944281328794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/bed-bath-and-bitterness.html' title='Bed, Bath, and Bitterness'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5848506623474325827</id><published>2008-06-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:30:59.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry Bloody World</title><summary type='text'>Mankind is in a constant state of war.  It's the ultimate cruel joke that no human wants war, yet it can never be stopped.  The motivation behind war has evolved over the years.War started out as a way to get what you wanted.  If your neighbor had berries, and they looked sweeter than your own berries, you would declare war on them and then bake a pie over their destroyed village.War then evolved</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5848506623474325827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5848506623474325827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5848506623474325827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5848506623474325827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/berry-bloody-world.html' title='Berry Bloody World'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-9175137840692541615</id><published>2008-06-16T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:15:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pile of Smurfs Syndrome</title><summary type='text'>I find it easier to manage serious situations over petty ones. When a real problem comes into my life, I know that it has to be taken care of right away, and there is no avoiding it.  Small issues, though, are put to the side and can really pile up and make me feel overwhelmed.  It makes some sense, but defies the conventional thinking that:Small problems are easier to deal with, thus less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/9175137840692541615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=9175137840692541615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/9175137840692541615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/9175137840692541615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/pile-of-smurfs-syndrome.html' title='The Pile of Smurfs Syndrome'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4652398925818351052</id><published>2008-06-15T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T06:08:01.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping Pong Diplomacy</title><summary type='text'>A car is like an anger machine.  I don't have road rage, but my frustration level is increased at least 300% while driving.  The people who get the violent road rage already have controllable anger issues, but when they sit behind the wheel, they end up taking a baseball bat to a motor scooter that didn't signal a left turn.  There's just something extremely frustrating about being stuck going 46</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4652398925818351052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4652398925818351052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4652398925818351052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4652398925818351052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/ping-pong-diplomacy.html' title='Ping Pong Diplomacy'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5638155557905260875</id><published>2008-06-14T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:19:01.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enemies List</title><summary type='text'>In light of an article on Clinton's enemies list, I have started an enemy list of my own.Frank Caliendo - I don't remember Al Pachino, Bill Clinton, or George Bush being so fat.Andy Warhol - Not a creative genius.  A hack artist who valued gimmicks over talent.  Like Campbell's soup, was extremely famous, but left you unsatisfied and a little nauseous.Subway/FreeCreditReport.com - The Backstreet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5638155557905260875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5638155557905260875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5638155557905260875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5638155557905260875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/enemies-list.html' title='Enemies List'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-3027965946673687059</id><published>2008-06-13T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:18:01.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken, Corn, and Acrylics</title><summary type='text'>Art is so hard to define.  No one knows exactly what it takes to make a masterpiece.  That is what is so intriguing about it.  Humans push to understand the inner workings of everything, but there is no magical formula to art.How much of art is really the emotional response, and how much is the hype surrounding the work.  I want to see a study where researchers show a test subject a canvas that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3027965946673687059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=3027965946673687059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/3027965946673687059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/3027965946673687059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicken-corn-and-acrylics.html' title='Chicken, Corn, and Acrylics'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4293826770199434790</id><published>2008-06-12T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T05:42:01.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Become President</title><summary type='text'>1. Practice Speaking/Body LanguageSay "I will make America safer" with a snarl and closed fists.  Work on accentuating your puppy dog eyes while saying "the health care crisis needs to be solved".  Practice transitioning between the two with relative ease.  Topics can switch fast, and you may be called on to go from baby panda to rabid baboon in a split second.2. Examine Your Past If you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4293826770199434790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4293826770199434790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4293826770199434790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4293826770199434790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-become-president.html' title='How to Become President'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-165058845181445918</id><published>2008-06-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:51:26.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football By Hex</title><summary type='text'>What does it say about our country that success is coupled with mass animosity. We are a country that likes the underdog, but it goes well beyond that. A record breaking team is consistently rooted against. A philanthropist star is seen as pompous and preachy.Has civilization always been that way? Do history books reflect a more romantic view of figures such as George Washington? It is possible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/165058845181445918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=165058845181445918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/165058845181445918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/165058845181445918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/football-by-hex.html' title='Football By Hex'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-198776889001546000</id><published>2008-06-10T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:55:12.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Cheese</title><summary type='text'>Oswald shot Kennedy. There was no secret CIA plot, there was no magic bullet, there was no communist conspiracy. For a while I didn't believe the official story, but after getting enough information, it seems like the most reasonable answer. A big problem with conspiracy theories today is the oversaturation. Internet is the perpetrator. If I was presented one point of view, I might question the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/198776889001546000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=198776889001546000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/198776889001546000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/198776889001546000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-cheese.html' title='Green Cheese'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2961726076422716720</id><published>2008-06-09T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T05:48:13.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of the One Taled Man</title><summary type='text'>My ultimate goal in life is to have some really interesting stories to tell when I'm in my 60's.  Stories so interesting that they become the listener's best stories.  "I once met this guy who took down a grizzly with a stapler."I watched Conan O'Brien last Wednesday night, and he had a director on named Werner Herzog.  Herzog told stories about diving onto cacti to entertain his cast of midgets,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2961726076422716720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2961726076422716720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2961726076422716720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2961726076422716720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/curse-of-one-taled-man.html' title='The Curse of the One Taled Man'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-794392013690889574</id><published>2008-06-08T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:25:55.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Africa</title><summary type='text'>I've been studying the different countries in Africa recently.  I enjoy learning as long as it has no benefit to me.  It's made me truly realize how much a few European countries have ruined the entire world.Twentieth century foreign policy basically amounted to a manager throwing the last Wii into a holiday crowd, running the other direction, and hoping everything worked itself out.  Boy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/794392013690889574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=794392013690889574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/794392013690889574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/794392013690889574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of-africa.html' title='Out of Africa'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1833519023082534365</id><published>2008-06-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:35:01.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockets, Deception, and Peter Pan</title><summary type='text'>News blips can really get your hopes up.  I saw the picture of a man with rocket wings flying over the Alps.  My reaction was standard, "Hell yes! Rocket wings! How long till I can get some at Wal-Mart."  It took some research to find out the man was first dropped out of a plane.  Great, a hang glider with bottle rockets taped on.I demand more media transparency.  Those jerks know exactly what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1833519023082534365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1833519023082534365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1833519023082534365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1833519023082534365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/rockets-deception-and-peter-pan.html' title='Rockets, Deception, and Peter Pan'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-4330367606471658983</id><published>2008-06-06T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:39:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Email from Obama</title><summary type='text'>After the extraordinary victory on Tuesday, I decided to email Obama.Dear Mr. Obama,Congratulations on your win last night. It's a pleasure to have you as the democratic nominee. I wish you the best in November. Make America Proud.From his response, I've noticed his rhetoric has changes since becoming the presumptive nominee.Friend,Thank you so much for your support. It is time we bring real </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4330367606471658983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=4330367606471658983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4330367606471658983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/4330367606471658983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/email-from-obama.html' title='Email from Obama'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-6435383315784410398</id><published>2008-06-05T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:19:00.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power is Yours</title><summary type='text'>During these troubling economic times, with rising energy costs, I figure it is my civic duty to give a few pointers on saving money.Bike to Work - The good news is that climate change may be turning cold northern cities into tropical paradises, and as an added bonus, you may have hurricane force winds at your back.  The bad news is people in southern states may get buried in a desert </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6435383315784410398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=6435383315784410398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6435383315784410398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/6435383315784410398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/power-is-yours.html' title='The Power is Yours'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1118124525004352899</id><published>2008-06-04T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:12:02.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zipitupasaurus</title><summary type='text'>Our economics system makes it damn hard to be frugal.I was grocery shopping and on my list were Ziplock bags.  I find them down one of the aisle.  40 sandwich Ziplock bag.  Perfect, that's what I need.  I look slightly to my left and see 50 Safelock bags for 50 cents less.  Normally, its not worth switching off the trusted brand for so little, but these bags were 3 times as big.  Then after I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1118124525004352899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1118124525004352899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1118124525004352899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1118124525004352899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/zipitupasaurus.html' title='Zipitupasaurus'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5596183933531087227</id><published>2008-06-03T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:37:31.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Hillary</title><summary type='text'>I thought I would take the opportunity on the day of the final democratic primaries to point out some of Hillary Clinton's strengths and weaknesses over the past few months of this race.Strengths:Chameleon Abilities:  Hillary is from Arkansas, Pennsylvania, New York, Ohio, and Guam.  One week she's drinking a latte in Seattle while writing her thesis.  The next she's neck deep in coal and whiskey</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5596183933531087227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5596183933531087227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5596183933531087227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5596183933531087227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-hillary.html' title='Ode to Hillary'/><author><name>Not This God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02236491746763897647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-1120150730476528226</id><published>2008-06-02T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:38:29.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Essential Sins</title><summary type='text'>The seven deadly sins accurately describe our current society.  I'm not saying the founders of the United States used the sins verbatim, but possibly as a reference.  Here are some examples:Greed: The fuel of our capitalist society.  Buying bread and clothes is what pushes it forward.  Buying a golden sweater vest is what straps rocket skates onto it.  If everyone suddenly stopped being greedy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1120150730476528226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=1120150730476528226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1120150730476528226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/1120150730476528226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/05/seven-essential-sins.html' title='The Seven Essential Sins'/><author><name>ephenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05748236931338953237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-2195623547249336046</id><published>2008-06-01T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:39:01.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The D.C.</title><summary type='text'>I am so thankful for the way our political system is run.If I lived in another country I might have to hear actual issues.  Luckily I am bombarded with the more important matters such as crazy pastors, age issues, and inaccurate recollections of decades old events.Economic plan?  Immigration reform?  Yeah, yeah, yeah, get to the part about what kind of soda McCain prefers.  Does Hilary get her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2195623547249336046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=2195623547249336046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2195623547249336046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/2195623547249336046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/03/dc.html' title='The D.C.'/><author><name>ephenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05748236931338953237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3903120162472325520.post-5117188543352344056</id><published>2008-05-31T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:39:37.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Name a Band</title><summary type='text'>1. Think of a Catchy NameGo ahead.  Think of anything.  The sky is the limit.  You want something that will stand out and really set your band apart.  It should catch people's attention in a creative way, and not be gross, cutesy, or bizarre.2. That Name Has Already Been Taken   That sucks.  A reggaeton band already took that name on Myspace.  Why are there so many damn bands?3. Try Another Name</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5117188543352344056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3903120162472325520&amp;postID=5117188543352344056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5117188543352344056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3903120162472325520/posts/default/5117188543352344056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthisgod.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-name-band.html' title='How to Name a Band'/><author><name>ephenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05748236931338953237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
